Robin had some experience with waking up in strange places with little recollection of why he was there - after all, there were better places to take a nap than on the ground. However, he felt a strange deja vu in the fact that this place was entirely unfamiliar to him. As far as he could tell, this place was some kind of medical bay - at least, judging by that harsh smell of antiseptic and controlled temperature…
Was this what Naga had meant by ‘a slim chance’? Had Chrom and the Shepherds already found him, taken him to some new-age healer? The Tactician sat up carefully, waiting to regain his equilibrium, before setting his feet on the ground. Whatever wounds he had taken in that fight against Grima, the person that had recovered them certainly knew what they were doing; he didn’t feel a thing wrong!
Well, that turned out to be a lie - he couldn’t feel the familiar weight of the several tomes tucked in each of his robe’s pockets, nor the tug of the Levin Sword at his waist. As he searched around, however, he did find two familiar items: one Fire tome, and one wooden sword. Normally he would leave the wooden blade, considering it was a training weapon fit for the more prominent swordsmen in the Ylissean army, but part of his mind told him to equip himself however he could.
As weaponry slipped into pocket or sheath, a screen flickered to life on the side of the room. Of course, for a medieval-age man, this was incredible - what work of magic made that possible? The fact that this even created a small man inside the box to speak to him was even more mind-boggling, but his mind was set on listening to the advice the tiny man gave to him - after all, such information could save his life.
As soon as the man disappeared, Robin followed the instructions and left the room he was currently in, finding said board with his information. He had no idea where this Gamma place was, he but supposed he would cross that bridge when he got to it. He then decided to depart, taking a page from Frederick’s book to survey the area before he got lost. What he couldn’t foretell, however, was that the wind would pick his coat up and whip someone with a ‘smack’.
“Gods, my apologies!” he quickly apologised, turning to the person behind him. “Not too hurt, are you? It seems the wind is against us, today.”
On her own end Aqua had experience with being taken to places she had never seen before, the awakening was questionable nonetheless... It took her just about seconds to spot a newcomer to this land by now, still though, she didn’t feel at right to guide anyone as she could still get lost pretty easily across these streets.
It wasn’t in her plans to end up getting smacked in the face by the stranger. She didn’t even intend to offer any help. An annoyed huff escapes her as half of her visage turns red by the friction of the fabric. Choosing to keep eyes shut tight and hoping the natural tone of the skin comes back, such an embarrassment to be seen with this mark.
{✩}- « Must you be so careless with the clothing, tactician? »
How could the princess tell he was one, it was simple. Eveasdropping once back in Hoshido she heard of them just about the general, not to tell tacticians didn’t seem to change their style much in the other realms or eras.
Stomping her foot against concrete, leaving the conversation short. Aqua continues to focus on not cussing him out. To be smacked by such goof. Seriously luck really isn’t on her side.
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